Filled with a wanderlust kind of love.

There are times in between that make me wish that we started a little earlier, maybe not as early to save you from the heartaches and some mistakes that have transpired, but early enough to have a jumpstart in this love we share. Sure, we would be young, hell we’re not as old as when I would want to have met you, but when did age ever really matter to us? When did we timestamp our love and cater to society’s crazy ideas of love and how marriage should play out? Never.

It’s just nice to be with you and share a few more memories with you. Just a few more memories with you.